How I ended up with a Turkish rug I never knew I wanted.

I’m any seller’s dream customer.

I can’t help it, I’m easy to convince that I absolutely need a product.

Even if that product is a $1400 rug.  No, we didn’t actually pay that much, but that was the starting price!

The Monster was kind enough to model our new rug for me!

Our little Monster was kind enough to model our new rug for me!  He usually charges for appearances, but because we fed him today he did this sitting for free.

It all started with a scarf.  We were in Istanbul and I decided that I needed a souvenir scarf, since I hadn’t bought any gifts from Tanzania or Turkey.  So, to the scarf stall we went.

This is when I knew I was in trouble.

The salesman showed me the cheap scarves (the 15 dollar scarves that I wanted to choose between), then he showed me the more expensive scarves (100+ dollars) and then he brought out the $350 scarves and that’s when I drew the line!  But, I must admit I did splurge for the moderately expensive scarf.

It’s beautiful and silk, darn it!  

Anyway, the salesman (at this point realizing I’m a sucker for a good sales pitch) told us that his uncle has a rug store, and quickly escorted us to the small shop down the road.  The Husband wasn’t the most willing participant, but I wanted to see actual Persian rugs.

Well, at first I thought for sure that I would never actually buy one of these rugs.  I mean, I didn’t love any that I was seeing but I did like hearing about how they were made and seeing all the different types.

Then I saw one I wanted.  DAMMIT ALL!  I knew I was in trouble.

The salesman picked right up on my changed expression and went into official ‘sales’ mode.  The Husband was great at saying no.  I wasn’t quite as good.

We told the store owner that we newlyweds and therefore broke.

The price came down.

We told him we didn’t even need a rug (lie, we totally did need a rug – I just hadn’t realized it until the very second I saw the one I loved in this small store in Istanbul!).

The price came down even more.

We told him that we had no room in our suitcases to bring it back to the States.

The price came down further and the man pulled out a tiny bag and somehow managed to fit the rug inside of it!  Magic.

Basically, by the time I was invested in the conversation and really needed this rug.

The Husband thought I had completely lost my mind.

The salesman was mostly talking to the Husband, who kept referring him to me since I was going to be actually purchasing the goods.  Ah, sexism at work.

Anyway, we finally all agreed on a price.

The Husband shook his head quite a few times.

OK, he shook his head more than a few times.

But now I have a rug, and a beautiful rug it is!

It really is one of the best ‘souvenirs’ I’ve ever bought myself, and by far the most expensive.  Take that, cheesy shot glasses – you’ve been replaced!



Real life: The Jimmy Johns man ran away with my cardigans.

Remember the other day when I talked about my love of online shopping?  Well, (and I know this is shocking) sometimes things don’t always go as planned and I end up getting a letter saying I should go to the courthouse to be a witness against the man who stole my cardigans.  Yep, thank you internet for making this excitement possible.

The small drama started earlier this week. I had to call Banana Republic because I didn’t receive a package that I had ordered weeks ago.  The website said that the post office delivered the package to me on the 23rd, so of course I’m all like – ughhhhh the sweaters have gone missing! and I was also a bit concerned that I would begin to hate Banana Republic as much as I loathe Express the store I shall not name (where I will never shop again) because of awful pricing policies and customer service and packages-I-never-received-even-though-they-were-shipped-twice…

I don’t even want to talk about that drama. I apologize for even taking you down that road.

Anyway, I called BR and the lovely customer services person expressed sympathy that my package didn’t reach me and promptly re-ordered the items for me.  Now, I was a little sad because certain items were sold out in my size or color I wanted, but they re-ordered what they could and credited me for the rest.  They even adjusted the prices to reflect a sale going on right now.

Happy day, right?!

I was so overcome with gratitude that BR handled the situation so much better than some other stores (yep, still thinking of Express) , that I wrote them a quick ‘thank you’ email.  I was hoping that it would at least make someone’s day a little better since I cannot imagine being a customer service representative at a retail store!  I usually write nasty emails to airlines, so this was a nice change of pace for me, too.

Well, this morning I received a call from a lady who told me that my original package from BR had been located.

Say what?!

Ah yes, my beloved sweaters were delivered to be in an evidence bag.  What an adventure online shopping can be!

Ah yes, my beloved sweaters were delivered to be in an evidence bag. What an adventure online shopping can be!

Evidently it was stolen on the 23rd by a Jimmy Johns delivery guy!  I cannot make this stuff up.

A doctor working in his office across the street saw the rogue delivery man jump over our 10 ft tall fence and take all of the packages that were left outside by the mailboxes.  The doctor wrote down the license plate number (of the Jimmy Johns ‘getaway’ car) and called the authorities, who found the man and my package.

There are many questions I have regarding this ‘operation.’

The main one being: why the heck would a person steal shit in his work clothes, using his work car?!  I mean, that is definitely the way to draw attention to illegal behavior!  And evidently he didn’t even deliver a sandwich to our complex!  At least if he had been making a delivery he could have been legitimately buzzed in and left a little more inconspicuously with the packages.  I can only assume that the police contacted his employer who gave up his name.

I bet he was fired and arrested on the same day.  That would suck.  Not that I feel all that bad for him, but seriously, he doesn’t appear to be the sharpest tool in the shed.

Lessons learned:

  • Don’t steal because you will get caught
  • Write nice letters when you receive great customer service because karma is a very powerful thing
  • Don’t get Jimmy Johns delivered (well, OK, you can still get Jimmy Johns delivered… we’ll assume this was an isolated incident for the sake of sandwich cravings)
  • Get packages delivered to a secure location if you ever want to see your cardigans

I must say, it was worth the drama.  I am wearing one of my brand-new BR sweaters today and I look quite good, if I do say so myself.

Receiving an unexpected gift in the mail is my very favorite thing.

I really love receiving gifts in the mail.  Actually, that would imply that I often receive gifts in the mail, which would be quite misleading.  By ‘gifts’ I mean that I love receiving packages in the mail that I’ve ordered myself (online shopping, you are too good to me) and have forgotten about by the time they arrive – so you see, it’s exactly like getting a gift… except I have to pay for it myself.  I was going to make the title of this post long enough to explain that whole thing, but then remembered that this isn’t Twitter.

Since we did just have that whole wedding thing, we were constantly receiving gifts from other people and I loved it.  But even with weddings it’s kind of like buying yourself gifts with other people’s credit cards.  That whole registry thing is semi-awesome.  It’s only semi-awesome and not really awesome because I absolutely hated registering and really don’t need any more ‘stuff’… but the things we did register for we LOVED getting and use all of the time.  I’m a bigger believer in the registry now than before I was married, that’s for sure.

Well, that was a tangent.  The point is, when I open up a just-received package it’s like my birthday!  I always wonder what’s in there and if it will fit and sometimes I subsequently wonder what the heck I was thinking when I ordered a dress I knew would be 2 sizes too big.  That’s really another topic altogether, probably.

Oh Kate Spade, everything you make is wonderful.  Thank you for my new hat.

Oh Kate Spade, everything you make is wonderful. Thank you for my new hat.

This weekend I opened up a whole package from Piperlime and another one from Sephora.  Today I ordered a few cardigans from Banana Republic which I will undoubtedly forget about by next week when they should arrive… And I think yesterday I also may have purchased a few things from Birchbox… The crazy thing is, I don’t even remember!  See how fun this is?!  By the time these boxes come I will be so surprised/happy/in awe of how I know myself well enough to buy the perfect gift.

I hope someone (everyone!?) else can relate.  It’s the little things.